I'm having a hard time holding my tongue.  DH (in my case it's "damn husband") is doing little things he feels are okay for him to do, but it's not okay.  I've told him they're not okay, but I'm getting ignored.  One is about the toothpaste in the house.

I do couponing.  $1.00 off toothpaste coupons has allowed me to get toothpaste for free.  My daughter is only supposed to use a toothpaste like Sensodyne, because her teeth are very sensitive.  I just had to pay a lot for the dentist to resurface the very sensitive ones, because she was having trouble eating anything hot or cold.  She isn't supposed to drink soda, eat citrus or anything that can eat at the enamel.  She has to brush her teeth immediately if she does.

To me her toothpaste is not exactly cheap.  A coupon that allowed me to buy a few trial size tubes for free showed up.  I managed to find a $2.00 off coupon that allowed me to get a larger tube for almost free.  I discovered another toothpaste had the same ingredient, and I was able to get a small tube of that.  Everyone knew those tubes of toothpaste were for her.   She is the only one who really needs them.  I put them on a shelf in the bathroom closet.

Other coupons showed up online and in the paper which allowed me to get small and larger tubes of various toothpastes for free.  I have a container with about 3 full size and 10 trial size tubes.  Those are for everyone else.

My husband only uses Close-up toothpaste.  He has never said anything about needing any other toothpaste.  It's a cheap toothpaste ($1.97 at Wal-mart), but free is always cheaper.  I told him to use the toothpaste in the container.  He had a choice of which.  I made sure to mention the toothpaste in the closet was our daughter's.

A few weeks ago, I noticed a trial size tube on the sink, but didn't pay attention to what it was until I moved it while cleaning the bathroom.   It was my daughter's toothpaste.  I was confused, because she already had a large tube open.  Questioning her resulted in her denying she had opened another tube.  The boys keep their toothpaste in the upstairs bathroom, and I wouldn't touch what I knew was hers.  That left one person: her father.

He said he was using it, because he needed it also.  This ticked me off.

Every time he's needed more toothpaste, he has told me to go buy the Close-up.  At no point did he tell me to buy him anything else. He has never said he needed that toothpaste.

I know he is using it, because he was told not to.  That is the way he is.  It's his way of saying, "I make the money.  I'll do what I want."  He also uses a lot on his toothbrush.  He went through a trial tube in about 4 days.  You don't need more than a pea-sized amount.  A trial size should last about 2 weeks or more.

I didn't realize how much he had already used until I went to get a band-aid out of the closet.  There was nothing left of the toothpaste.  He used all of it within 3 weeks except for the large tube she was using.

Now she noticed that her tube is shrinking fast despite the fact he was told not to touch her toothpaste anymore.  She and I both feel having someone sharing toothpaste is a bit gross.  We have no idea how well they clean their toothbrush, and they rub the open part of the tube against it.  We both prefer having our own tubes.  She is definitely disgusted by her dad using her toothpaste especially because of his oral habits.

She told him to leave her toothpaste alone.   This morning she noticed the tube wasn't where she put it.  She plans on putting it in her room from now on. I find it sad that my daughter has to now hide her toothpaste from her father.  I find it even more sad that he feels entitled to do whatever he wants despite how it hurts others.

The other issue we're having is the heaters.  

DH runs hot.  He weighs about 300+lbs (no lie) and is always hot.  Our dog is a Boxer.  They can't handle extreme cold or hot, because they don't have body fat, have thin skin and short coats.  His dog bed is in what we call "the computer room".   The heater in the computer room is broken.  It doesn't like to shut off, so I shut if off during the day and turn it back on at night.

One night, while sitting at my desk, I realized I felt a cold breeze.  Checking the walk-out door showed it to be closed and locked.   The breeze felt like it was coming down the stairs, so I went up to see if someone left the kitchen door open.  I finally discovered the heater in the computer room had been set to "fan only" and was blowing cold air around.   Not a good thing for a home in winter in New England.

Figuring it was a mistake, I turned off the heater until I went to bed.  In the morning, I turned it off.  The temperature outside dropped into the negatives, so I had to turn it back on before I had a dogcicle.   When I went to bed I felt the cold breeze again.  The heater was, once again, on "fan only".  Checking the knob showed that it didn't fall that way on its own.

Now, I'm getting a bit annoyed.  Our entire house is electric.  It's expensive.  The cold air was making the other heaters turn on.  I switched it back to heat.  The poor dog was curled up in a tiny ball.   In the morning, I asked the kids if they were messing with it.  DS2 said, "Dad was leaning down by it last night after he got home."

The other night I turned the heat on when I went to bed.  In the morning, I opened my bedroom door and was hit by a blast of cold air.  Shivering, I walked into the pc room to find it was on "fan" again.  Same thing happened this morning.  When he got home I told him that his turning it to "fan" sent cold air along the floors and made the other heaters kick on more.  I said, "Please leave it alone.  You're freezing the poor dog out and sending the electric bill higher."

He had a minor fit over how he was hot and leaving the heater running all night made the bill higher.  I just kind of stared at him while my brain tried to process that logic.  I said, "It's winter.  The heat is on anyhow.  Making a cold breeze makes the heaters kick on more, so instead of one heater going there are multiple heaters running more often."

"You're wrong.  It's more expensive to run that heater.  It's cheaper to run it on "fan"."

I finally said, "Just leave it alone."

"Fine, but you're the one who will sweat to death when you get up."

"That's fine.  When I find someone still selling heaters, I will replace it."

He left the room.  I managed to keep myself from banging my head against one of the kitchen cabinets.

On the plus side: the retirement account statement finally came.   Now to wait for him to file the taxes.